The water was discoloured at the time, and we were not without apprehension that a crocodile might chance to fancy a white man for dinner.

Next day one of the men crawled over the black rocks to within ten yards of a sleeping hippopotamus, and shot him through the brain.

The weather being warm, the body floated in a few hours, and some of us had our first trial of hippopotamus flesh.

It is a cross-grained meat, something between pork and beef,--pretty good food when one is hungry and can get nothing better.

When we reached the foot of the mountain named Chipereziwa, whose perpendicular rocky sides are clothed with many-coloured lichens, our Portuguese companion informed us there were no more obstructions to navigation, the river being all smooth above; he had hunted there and knew it well.